┤♀├ Winding up in a completely unfamiliar place isn’t ideal, but the way people talk and wander lends itself to the keen ears of a practised gossiper. Lucky for her, she pays attention to the voices around her speaking about others like her, even if the words aren’t all good. She doesn’t have excruciatingly advanced practise with humans and their things, but she’s vaguely in the know, though not entirely prepared for most comments on her kind. Still, a very familiar face is found and she’s more at ease. 

“Kanaya. Ho+w wo+nderful to+ see yo+u here.” She stands in front of her dancestor, hand quickly applied to her own hip. “I heard o+thers were here to+o+. It’s go+o+d to+ kno+w the rumo+ur mill is still alive and well and there’s no+ clear attempt to+ o+bfuscate the unkno+wn.”

It wasn't like her to wander aimlessly, but with no clear destination in mind, Kanaya could do little else. As her feet moved, her attention was trained on the the phone she had been given, the frontward camera a blessing as she reapplied the deep void of a black lipstick to her lips, halting only at the sight of a very familiar troll in her path. "Por-Porrim!"

Welcome back to the hive, Kanaya!

You will be housed in district epsilon.

You will retain everything you were given during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

    You aren’t going to be in Kanaya’s debt, though. Not again.

    [ ♉ ] TAVROS: 1 OPPOSE 1T,     [ ♉ ] TAVROS: 1′LL DO 1T MYSELF–

    Just as you get up, the entire building creaks. You stop in your place, frozen mid-stride, eyes all wide at Kanaya. You’d just been pacing only minutes ago, and only now, when you want to leave, the building decides to threaten you to give out.

“Tav-!” The floor sunk an inch. No time for plans.

Kanaya instinctively grabbed Tavros' hand and pulled him up against her, her arms secured him in place as the floor finally caved from under them, sending them toppling down two stories to the fiery floors below. Kanaya landed on her back, cushioning Tavros from the worst of it, but suffering a head injury herself. Absently, she realized her lipstick had been flung across the floor and lost among the debris around them, but her vision was dark and the world kept spinning.

“theyre pretty recent”

“but if you need to leavve ill be fine. i can defend myself evven like this wwith my wwand here. doesnt take much to use it and all unlike your chainsaww”

     All he had to do was just point his arm in a direction and fire away. … Still, though. The young troll frowned a bit, watching as she finished tying his older, cape around his own chest.

“i mean im just surprised youre evven botherin doin this kind a thing for me of all people in the first place. so i mean ivve got no room to complain”

     After all, this was the exact opposite of what he had done to her. He had shot a large hole through her without even caring, at the time. And here she was, patching his own wounds up when he just left and ran off elsewhere.

She eased the first door she came to open and diligently looked through the place. No kit. She sighed and moved on to the next one. None. She thought she'd found on in the third hive, but it had already been emptied.

It would take another few tries to find a full kit and as she turned to leave, she thought she heard someone else in the building.

She bit her lip against the instinct to engage them and instead she returned to her injured friend.

“You Are Looking Pale..” She whispered and quickly untied and discarded the old, bloodied cape. Violet and sweeps old Jade that refused to wash out mixing into a muddy mess. She would miss that cape, but the more pressing matter at hand was her friend.

“Apply Pressure.” The order was quiet but firm as she pressed gauze into his hand and set it against his freshly cleaned wounds. Swift and gentle as she could, she rolled a bandage around his chest.

 “…. Mappa” He had come to accept that name. Quickly he reeled his hand back. “…You are worried?” He’d ask, peering up at Kanaya. He could not quite grasp the ideal of expressing concern or sympathy for a stranger. “How come? I am not from here…” 

“That You Are Not From Here Holds Little Consequence, I Do Apologize If My Suggestion If Rather Intrusive Or... Meddlesome, However, The Fact Remains That You Are Young, Vulnerable - Even With Your Small Guardians - And I Would Not Forgive Myself If I Were To Walk Away From You On The Sole Reason That You Are Not From Here Only To Later Witness Your Corpse Thrown About In Some Macabre Festivity Scene.”

     Shit, shit, shit– this sucked. This really sucked.

     Hiding within the rubble of some building with a hole blown in to it, the violet blood sat against the wall, cradling a few bullet wounds on his chest with one hand and the other clutching his Empiricist’s Wand.

     It had only been a matter of time before someone had gotten to him. And by now, he had been in combat for a good while now.

     It was his fault. He didn’t take things too seriously, after how easy most of the enemies were falling. As such, he let his guard down. And it was undoubtedly his fault, he realized. … Still, the one time he decides to relax a bit is the time he almost gets turned in to swiss cheese. Really great job, there.

     He was leaking pretty badly, and his attempt at stopping the wound didn’t particularly do much– especially when that wasn’t the only wound he had.

     Nevertheless, he remained alert now.

     Which is why, as he heard someone drawing near, Eridan raised his wand– ready to target anyone hostile. … And as said person revealed themselves, he almost fired, too. But, he hesitated. Because this was a face he recognized.

“hey”

She let her chainsaw idle to a stop while she assessed her next action.

Obviously, she needed to get off the street but once she approached the sidewalk, a rather interesting hue caught her eye. She had seen that sweet shade of violet before. Had spilled it before.

Just because she had exacted her revenge on the seadweller before didn't meant she cared to see her what had been on of her closest friends get hurt. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she followed the trail, ever ready in case someone else had thought to do the same. It wasn't a long trip until she turned the corner and saw him crumbled down on the floor of some dilapidated building. Wand pointed at her again.

“Eridan.” There was a calm authority to her voice laced with the barely held relief of seeing him alive. And relief at seeing him lower his wand. Likewise, she also withdrew her weapon, the chainsaw easily lending itself as her much beloved lipstick tube.

Her eyes immediately went to the other's chest and, confident that he wouldn't harm her, she kneeled by him and urged his hands away so she could inspect the damage.

“How Much Time Has Lapsed Since You Were Injured?” With all his blood in the way it was hard to look at the wounds and her now shaking hands were not the best at cleaning them. She would have to search the building for a medical kit. “There Is A Strong Possibility I May Need To Leave Your Side, With Bodily Harm Such As This I Will Require Additional Items.”